"Jennifer? Help?" I said weakly. My whole body was shaking, despite being practically drained of life. Jennifer stood in the doorway, a figure of beauty in her white gown, but unmoved. I wondered if I looked like that, but then I knew I didn't. I knew I should look like her, but six years of my tortuous existence had robbed me of having smooth, soft skin, and lustrous long hair. Her expression was as if she had seen me do something disgusting instead of finding a long-lost sister about to die. "Don't be fooled. I'm not Jennifer." Jennifer said. "You are. I'm Alissa Clark." "What? No." I said. The beat of my heart was throbbing in my ears, pumping the blood that was so valuable, the reason I'd been locked away. Slowly, it dawned on me. "You did this?" I cried out, my voice sounded high and piercing. My heart was breaking. "Did what, take what was mine?" Jennifer said. 
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